Weavings of Fate [The Confidant] Dec 2, 2015 16:08:47 GMT -7
Post by Nascent on Dec 2, 2015 16:08:47 GMT -7
The white starburst of silken petals almost seemed to glow in the fiery light of the setting sun, its delicate form carefully bound to the bars of the oil-and-paper window with twine to keep it from merely blowing away upon a gust of wind. A signal... a sign, for those who may be watching for it. It would take keen eyes indeed to spot it, that tiny flower kept behind a guarded stone wall and set upon one window of a manor, but those who'd placed it knew there would be eyes watching, waiting.
It had been two days since that most fateful of evenings when her long-lost aunt and the daughter of her father's killer had stepped from the shadows and into Garnet's life, and yet it felt like months had passed. Since that night all had been a flurry of activity; the usual cadence of politics had been set aside as carefully laid maneuvers and stratagems were devised and put into place, friends and associates of all varieties discreetly reached out to, the perceptions of key individuals carefully influenced, scenarios and eventualities examined behind closed doors and agreements both urgent and unheralded determined. Had the Lord Regent thought "himself" busy before the word bore an entirely new meaning now -- keeping up appearances and obligations whilst laying the groundwork for a shadow conflict with the greatest foe of her life gave entirely new weight to the term "political maneuvering".
And now, in the quiet of coming night, a pivotal moment awaited... and, for now at least, all was perfect calm. The bedchamber had been hastily refurnished to serve as a meeting room, three chairs set out for those who would meet. One was to each side of a small table that now stood towards the center of the room, Garnet occupying one with an empty seat across from her, not more than a few steps from the now-unlocked secret entrance. The third chair was occupied by Lady Selene who reclined in a corner behind Garnet occupying herself with an unfinished crochet, loose yarn hanging from what looked to be the beginnings of a scarf while her fingers worked the slender wooden hook in and out. Garnet had always admired the calm reserve that her most trusted adviser possessed -- although the young lord was perfectly capable of affecting outward calm she seldom was able to imbue true calm within herself, especially under stressful circumstances, while Selene seemed, somehow, to simply... flow into a tranquility that was felt as much as seen, then rise to whatever came her way without missing a beat and seamlessly return to her quiet center. She hadn't even seen the Chief Consul pick up the crochet before coming into the room and had no idea when she had started on it.
As the moments ticked away and the sunset rays waned and gave way to the flickering of candles, Garnet's mind wandered. She thought of her aunt, how much she had wished they'd had more time to catch up and share stories, and hoped Shatha was comfortable in the guest room down the hall. Though her return hadn't been publicly announced there was no doubt that word was getting around now of who the Lord Regent's "apothecary" had truly been -- one more matter to consider and carefully control. It wasn't easy, all of this; it hadn't been before and it certainly wasn't now, but despite her exhaustion Garnet felt driven with purpose. All she did now was as much to protect her aunt and her people as herself. That was the true burden of the crown -- not maintaining power and influence, but using the station it offered to cast back the shadows of fear and brighten the rays of each dawn. For aunt Shatha, for everyone, that was more imperative now than it had ever been. Even if it led to the most unlikely of alliances.
She couldn't help but wonder when --
"Patience." Had Selene's voice not held the most calm and reassuring of tones Garnet might have jumped in her seat at the unexpected word. A soft nod greeted the lord's gaze, Selene's eyes never leaving her yarn even as she seemed to read Garnet's mind. "Soon."
Settling back into her seat, Garnet made a note to ask Selene one day how she managed to do that. But for now the young lord's eyes rested on the floor and its secret panel.